The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.
I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less
Working towards Common goals
I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like
It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes
One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.
You say you’re broken I see pieces made to fit You say you don’t know I see the truth hidden in it Hidden in You
I knew I loved you When I looked in your eyes Recollection of places Not seen in a while Bright, sunny, and free
We’ve reached the acme of intimacy When I taste like you And you taste like me
I loved someone and they hurt me They hurt me like I designed them… You don’t know hell Until you’ve created your own
I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.
Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in
I see a bee pollinate a flower I see a girl dance to her favorite… I see two men swing and dissolve I see a wolf thin a herd I see You, being You, just to be…
Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight